If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response

What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…

With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—

Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as

The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.

A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far

“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.

Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”

A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *

You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever

We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the

Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have